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Don’t mess with these evil creatures or you will never see the light of day!
There is something very peculiar about my dog. If we are talking about things that benefit him, he is definitely above his intelligence level. For instance, he’s very aware of the area in the kitchen where his treats are stored and every couple of hours, would stand in front of that cabinet signalling us to retrieve a tasty snack for him. He is also very conscious of his bowel needs every morning and barks, licks and nudges each one of my family members until one of us finally wakes up to walk him. He even has an acquired taste in food and refuses to eat anything dry or bland, making it more complicated for my family to get him to eat his dog food. He definitely favors particular members of my family. There are certain family members that he excitedly greets whenever they come home like my mom. And then there are those that he rarely pays attention to, like my sister.
Unfortunately for him, that is as smart as he is going to be because, well, everything else about him is, in fact, dumb. His most biggest downfall and failure within his brain is spacial awareness. He is a 170 pound English Mastiff, bigger than half my family, yet he still likes to believe he is the size of a Pomeranian. He tries to nudge and squeeze himself into tight spots of the couch or the bed. Whenever I let him lay on the bed, I am awoken realizing that I am balled up on the corner of it while my dog is sprawled diagonally across the rest of the mattress and on top of my covers. What do I do? I end up sleeping in a fetal position, cold and sore.
He also isn’t very trained in problem solving. My sister once as a joke, surround him with pillows to “trap him.” Of course, we knew he wouldn’t really be trapped since, he could trample through those pillows. Except, the “trap” actually worked and he was “unable” to break free. He tried using his paw to nudge at the pillow every few minutes to try and move it, yet the pillows were just to heavy for him to make a move. So after his tireless, effort trying to break free from the reinforced pillow walls, he ends up laying on top of them.
But at the end of the day, he is still my dog and is still of the greatest loves of my life. I accept him as he is, even with his flaws located inside within his skull. I will continue to care for him and express himself, even if it is stupid. Because that is what you do when you love someone, isn’t it?